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day we were still 12; todayonly one, I, by<br />
myself. But no use thinking of what happened.<br />
And my mother will no longer do the thinking for<br />
usshe is dead! I must take care of myself from<br />
now on in this horrible place and time." I got up,<br />
crawled outside, looked around mea dead stillness<br />
greeted me. The farmer's house was still<br />
burning. I went back to the previous hiding place,<br />
and jumped back into the hole to look for a knife<br />
with which to defend myself. As I looked for a<br />
knife, I suddenly heard a voice calling, "Oy, oy,<br />
oy, Bentsele" (my younger brother's name). I<br />
froze from fear! But soon I recognized the voice of<br />
Yoel (Krutsh) Gurtenshteyn, who had been with<br />
us in the hideout.<br />
I ran over to him and we embraced each<br />
other. There was so much to tell that we could<br />
not get a word out. And we began to weep so<br />
bitterly that we could not stop. Yoel screamed<br />
out loud from pain. Yoel was wounded in eight<br />
places; he hardly had an unharmed spot on his<br />
body. He told me he had fainted from his wounds,<br />
but when he felt the heat of the fire, he woke up<br />
and somehow crawled out of the burning house.<br />
He had tried to rouse or awaken some of the<br />
people who had been shot, including my mother,<br />
but all were dead. He crawled out through the<br />
window and somehow pulled himself toward the<br />
uncovered hiding place. I tried to stop the gushing<br />
blood somehow, bandaged him up somehow<br />
with rags, and pulled him out to the previous<br />
hiding place.<br />
We spent six days together, days I will never<br />
in my life forgetpain, agony and suffering, the<br />
fear that I went through while lying there near<br />
him is undescribable. I did not close an eye during<br />
all this time, for he was hallucinating and he<br />
would begin to scream that he was dying and<br />
would begin telling me of his terrible nightmares.<br />
I would then lie without breathing, shaking like a<br />
leaf, lest we be heard.<br />
On the sixth day, right after another one of his<br />
dreaded attacks, Yoel asked me to bring him some<br />
fresh water from a nearby well before he died. I<br />
told him it was impossible to do so because the<br />
Polish Home Army bandits, the "freedom fighters,"<br />
would see me. But instead of answering me,<br />
he started screaming very loud.<br />
THE ANNIHILATION 251<br />
Thinking that I'd rather die while running<br />
outside than face the gun in this airless cellar<br />
hole, I went outside to get the water. I suddenly<br />
saw a wagon on the other side of the burnt house,<br />
out of which two groups of armed gentiles jumped<br />
and began to run toward me. There were about<br />
12-15 of them, and they held rifles in their hands.<br />
I began to run breathlessly in the direction of our<br />
hiding place, where I blurted out to Yoel in one<br />
breath that the murderers were chasing me and<br />
climbed into an adjacent secret hiding place.<br />
Yoel was lying in the front part of the open<br />
cellar over the little partition that divided the<br />
underground hole into two parts, while I closed<br />
the small door and got into the adjacent compartment.<br />
When the men suddenly entered, they<br />
barked at Yoel, demanding where the "little one"<br />
was, and he told them I had gone to get some<br />
water.<br />
They searched all around the hiding place,<br />
inside and outside, but did not find me. They<br />
then came back inside the cellar and began to<br />
search for me. They were only about 6 inches<br />
away from me, separated only by a thin partition.<br />
I was sitting on the other side, keeping the door<br />
shut and holding an axe in my hands. They were<br />
probing the walls with sharp bayonets, knocking<br />
on the walls with their rifles, but did not notice<br />
anything. They were searching until late in the<br />
evening. When it got very dark they shot Yoel<br />
twice and left the cellar, locking it from the<br />
outside.<br />
After waiting and hallucinating probably a<br />
few hours, I broke the lock and went outside. It<br />
was as dark and cold as I felt inside. I was shaking<br />
in deadly fright. A strong wind was blowing. The<br />
trees were rustling just like in an old cemetery.<br />
And I-I was all alone, in this big, wide, cruel<br />
world.<br />
I began to wander out at about midnight, and<br />
on into the next day even when it was already<br />
bright daylight, for I did not care anymore. I<br />
reached a distant village and was met by two<br />
peasants who demanded that I go to the commander-in-chief<br />
of the Ukrainian nationalist<br />
band of the entire area.<br />
I had no other choice, so I went to the commander,<br />
who looked at me with bewilderment.